How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Besides Job Hunting, That Is…
This, my friends, is a butterfly.
Well, maybe not. Maybe it’s a moth. All summer long the best regional park in my area is showing, yet again, it’s regularly hatched extravaganza of wings and colors, called Flights of Fancy. It used to be called a butterfly museum, but we found out that they lied about some of those insects.
Not all butterflies are created equal. Some are orange.
…and some most certainly are not.
Some are just blurry. Quantum mechanical, I think.
Sorry ’bout that, chief. I’m not quite the photographer my brother and nephew are. Christie Brinkley never did return my calls, you see. Let’s try that again.
And with a better color.
They’re all hungry little dickens’.
And this guy wanted a lift home.
Feeding time at the butterfly zoo.
Okay – blurry, but caught in mid-flight!
Time to rest.
All in all, not a bad day.